The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
Of all forms of human error, prophesy is the most avoidable.
The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.
Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.